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The Summer Slam EP contains songs that are mostly a year old, that were mostly recorded at Drexel Studios by the brilliant spotlight that is Dan Siper. These songs are old but near and dear to our heart, if you've seen us in the past year or so, we've probably played all of them.
We are so incredibly graced to be befriended by so many wonderful people and bands who have helped Cloud District be what it is.

A truthful and heartfelt thank you to all of our pals, namely:
Daniel Siper our actual Dad,
Jessica Spears our media manager,
Rachel Whitaker,
The Diner Squad,
Plainview (the band),
Mike Pays Heat,
everyone who has ever housed us and everyone who has ever watched us play without throwing too many things.

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You.

credits

released June 28, 2016

Anthony Raucci played keys and did some yelling,
Brian McCue played some guitar and whined a lot,
Vincent Watch played bass and dressed up like a luchadore,
Marcello Ramirez played guitar
Dan Siper played drums and did pretty much everything else.

Griffin Ripley played Trumpet on "You Will Never Be A Samurai" and "Natalie Dormer" and it was sick.
Rachel Whitaker did female vocals on "You Will Never Be A Samurai," "Natalie Dormer," and "Pillow Fort."

Mixed and Mastered by Dan Siper / Bad Dad Productions
Special thanks to the Bad Dad in-house crew Rishabh Bhan Singh, Jake Kampmann, and Ethan Farmer.
Thanks to special guest producers WIl Schade and Ian Hunter who told us to "try it again but better this time."

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And I see her bent over a notebook staring hard past her words,
feels like most of the time, I'm only somewhat there,

So I might whine about the distance or write up some new fiction,
Hope for some condolences while she draws idly,

She says to "enjoy my little misfires," and "the fact that I'm alive,"
- I'm sketching dramatics into every line.

Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance,
and despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time.
I'm getting better all the time.

And I want to be scared of the truth in fiction and all of our heartbreak correspondence because the thought of a fleeting impression, - it scares me to death.
So I might whine about the distance because I care so much sick, and you'll probably just be pissed and I didn't even think of it.

Cause I'm not on the right path, just the one of least resistance,
and despite this trite existence, I'm getting better all the time.
I'm getting better all the time.

Track Name: You Will Never Be A Samurai

She says "It's not far to see me, maybe like a 2 hour drive,"
But we both knew something was over and the whole time we just cried about our limits, as human beings,
And our exposure to how things could of been.

And he's got "Plan Your Escape" on the inside of his arm,
And it made me feel better to know that escape is never far,
It probably holds sentimental value to have a constant reminder,
but for now it's just a tattoo of some record in his car.

Track Name: Natalie Dormer

Strike some chords I don't remember,
and yell some words I wrote down sometime,
These songs are writing me you see,
look at all the words they are coming so quickly,

And God I hope that you're not fucking anyone else,
God I hope that you're not fucking anyone else.

Designer drugs from the FDA, it's alright kid,
have a real shit day,
I hope you spend the nights alone like I do.

And it just sucks to be alive when you don't feel alive,
It just sucks to be alive when you don't feel alive,

Just say something sexy like "I hate your band, stay the hell away from me,"
I think she's finally warming up to me, think we could start a family or something...

Hey Natalie,
Can't wait to eat your parents,
won't you unblock me from twitter?
And all your social media accounts,
I have all your social media accounts, anyway...

So anyway...

Track Name: Pillow Fort

And the cadence of your voice said something completely different,
to what you actually meant,

As home-grown as old stones,
buried in the background of your parents home,

You pronounced your pronouns,
As if you were somebody else,
So set up and slow down,
Cause you were packing up your clothes,

So burn your garden or grow it,
I'm still sick to my stomach about it.

Track Name: Rosie

You look at me,
Like we've both come to terms with your dying and we're dying for a little sympathy,
some sympathy...

You talked to God,
Cursed his symmetry,
Your birth and your cells malignancy,

And oh you're talking, oh you're talking,
I'm glad he talks to you though he never did say much to me.

Track Name: Infinite Chaz

So go ahead and say it,
Taking photographs on the lawn,
Between sneaking away, sharing secrets in his car,

You know we're gonna tear each other apart,
As if it ever really matters,
You know we gotta tear each other apart,
As if things they ever really mattered,

There is no decadence in your vices,
You're so distracted by your portraits,
So go ahead and take your pictures,
Feigned artistic on the porch step,

Diluted reflections of a time when you had reflections in your eyes,
You lost so much time - you lost so much time.